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“The early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.”
― Willie Nelson

“Now listen, we need to be quiet as mice. No, quieter than that. As quiet as . . . as . . .â€�
“Dead mice?� Reynie suggested.
“Perfect,â€� said Kate with an approving nod. “As quiet as dead mice.”
― Trenton Lee Stewart, The Mysterious Benedict Society and the Prisoner's Dilemma

“The best laid schemes o' Mice an' Men,
Gang aft agley.
An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
For promis'd joy!

(To A Mouse)”
― Robert Burns, Collected Poems of Robert Burns

“Mice are terribly chatty. They will chat about anything, and if there is nothing to chat about, they will chat about having nothing to chat about. Compared to mice, robins are reserved.”
― Robin McKinley, Spindle's End

“Why have your followers all drawn their swords, may I ask?" said Aslan.
"May it please Your High Majesty," said the second Mouse, whose name was Peepiceek, "we are all waiting to cut off our own tails if our Chief must go without his. We will not bear the shame of wearing an honor which is denied to the High Mouse."
"Ah!" roared Aslan. "You have conquered me. You have great hearts. Not for the sake of your dignity, Reepicheep, but for the love that is between you and your people, and still more for the kindness your people showed me long ago when you ate away the cords that bound me on the Stone Table (and it was then, though you have long forgotten it, that you began to be Talking Mice), you shall have your tail again.”
― C.S. Lewis, Prince Caspian

“When the little mouse, which was loved as none other was in the mouse-world, got into a trap one night and with a shrill scream forfeited its life for the sight of the bacon, all the mice in the district, in their holes were overcome by trembling and shaking; with eyes blinking uncontrollably they gazed at each other one by one, while their tails scraped the ground busily and senselessly. Then they came out, hesitantly, pushing one another, all drawn towards the scene of death. There it lay, the dear little mouse, its neck caught in the deadly iron, the little pink legs drawn up, and now stiff the feeble body that would so well have deserved a scrap of bacon.
The parents stood beside it and eyed their child's remains.”
― Franz Kafka, Blue Octavo Notebooks

“Any cat may stare into a fire and see red mice play,”
― George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords

“When people change & make you feel small, I'll tuck you into my pocket & feed you cheese, until courage coaxes the tiger out of your rib cage.”
― Curtis Tyrone Jones

“I was a mouse trapped in a corner, looking for a crack to flee through but despairing of finding one.”
― Danielle Teller, All the Ever Afters: The Untold Story of Cinderella's Stepmother

“Mossflower lay deep in the grip of midwinter beneath a sky of leaden gray that showed tinges of scarlet and orange on the horizon. A cold mantle of snow draped the landscape, covering the flatlands to the west. Snow was everywhere, filling ditches, drifting high against hedgerows, making paths invisible, smoothing the contours of earth in its white embrace. The gaunt, leafless ceiling of Mossflower Wood was penetrated by constant snowfall, which carpeted the sprawling woodland floor, building canopies on evergreen shrubs and bushes. Winter had muted the earth; the muffled stillness was broken only by a traveler’s paws.”
― Brian Jacques, Mossflower

“If one mouse is a spark...then ten thousand are a conflagration.”
― Carmen Agra Deedy, The Cheshire Cheese Cat: A Dickens of a Tale

“He could hear rain pattering on the thatch, like a million mice line-dancing.”
― Tom Holt, The Good, the Bad and the Smug

“I spent most of the afternoon tempering the new batch of couverture and working on the window display. A thick covering of green tissue paper for the grass. Paper flowers- daffodils and daisies, Anouk's contribution- pinned to the window frame. Green-covered tins that had once contained cocoa powder, stacked up against each other to make a craggy mountainside. Crinkly cellophane paper wraps it like a covering of ice. Running past and winding into the valley, a river of blue silk ribbon, upon which a cluster of houseboats sits quiet and unreflecting. And below, a procession of chocolate figures, cats, dogs, rabbits, some with raisin eyes, pink marzipan ears, tails made of licorice-whips, with sugar flowers between their teeth... And mice. On every available surface, mice. Running up the sides of the hill, nestling in corners, even on the riverboats. Pink and white sugar coconut mice, chocolate mice of all colors, variegated mice marbled through with truffle and maraschino cream, delicately tinted mice, sugar-dappled frosted mice. And standing above them, the Pied Piper resplendent in his red and yellow, a barley-sugar flute in one hand, his hat in the other. I have hundreds of molds in my kitchen, thin plastic ones for the eggs and the figures, ceramic ones for the cameos and liqueur chocolates. With them I can re-create any facial expression and superimpose it upon a hollow shell, adding hair and detail with a narrow-gauge pipe, building up torso and limbs in separate pieces and fixing them in place with wires and melted chocolate.... A little camouflage- a red cloak, rolled from marzipan. A tunic, a hat of the same material, a long feather brushing the ground at his booted feet. My Pied Piper looks a little like Roux, with his red hair and motley garb.”
― Joanne Harris, Chocolat

“[Europeans lived] in dense, settled populations- cities- where human & animal waste breeds vermin, like mice and rats and roaches. Most of the indigenous peoples of the Americas, though, didn't live in dense settlements, and even those who lived in villages tended to move with the seasons, taking apart their towns and rebuilding them somewhere else. They didn't accumulate filth, and they didn't live crowds. They suffered from very few infectious diseases.”
― Jill Lepore, These Truths: A History of the United States

“Let us agree, we will be friends for all eternity.”
― Jacqueline Mea

“Only on a few rare occasions, when I was either very tired or the weather was just terrible, did I sleep in shelters. The mice rule the shelters, and if there are no mice, that’s because there are lots of snakes eating the mice…take your pick.”
― Dennis R. Blanchard, Three Hundred Zeroes: Lessons of the Heart on the Appalachian Trail

“The Merry Chrismouse by Stewart Stafford

What a time for the merry Chrismouse,
Making toys in his workshop/house,
Everyone contributes, even his spouse,
With Christmas cheer, no one will douse.

A sprig of holly for a present tree,
Blizzard snow is grated cheese,
The kindly rodent set to please,
When he comes on Christmas Eve.

Nuts and seeds on their button table,
Playing games and telling fables,
Discarded tinsel on the wall of gable,
In midwinter's icy spell unstable.

A time for amnesia that felines exist,
Kindness and joy at their fingertips,
Baby mice excitedly make lists,
To have many gifts when they insist.

© Stewart Stafford, 2021. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“A mouse would solve this handily, / except I like to probe unknowns / and be amazed by what I find / along the corners of your mind. / Wherever you will let me start, / l love to learn your ways by heart.

(from Amazed)”
― Robert J. Tiess, The Humbling and Other Poems

“Those who live on crumbs are pigeons and mice.
I want all the love!”
― Augusto Branco

“Humans are like mice,' Balekin went on. 'Dead before they learn how to be canny.”
― Holly Black, How the King of Elfhame Learned to Hate Stories

“If you want to live where people are not afraid of mice, you must give up living in palaces.â€�

- Cady”
― E. Lockhart, We Were Liars

“Melisande lay in bed in the loft of her cottage in Graebrok Forest north of Odr. Wide awake and blinking in the dark, she listened to the mice above her head. Nearly a moon past, her swordsman had repaired a crack in the eaves before returning to the towers and yards of Merhafr, the great port on the Njorth Sea, where he served as a King’s Ranger. His name was Othin, taken from a god of wisdom, trickery and war. What such a one knew of carpentry, well, that was open to question. But he knew other things. Nice things.”
― F.T. McKinstry, Outpost

“It will be awesome, if the people had the chance all stuff which surround them to see them as larger as possible so to be differences like you are a mice or something like this.... - I'm sure that people will see stuff which as normal size everything they won't see!”
― Deyth Banger

“Jill showed friend Kay the cute white mice.
They liked to run races for cheese.
Mice were lots of fun to play with.
Jill said, "Take Poopsie, the male one, please!”
― Melinda K. Trotter, Poopsie the Pet White Mouse

“The field mice spent their days scampering through the tall grasses and collecting fairyberries and beanstalk seeds. The stable mice helped themselves to oats and barley from the horse stalls, and built nests of straw from the Pegasus pen. The barn mice sat on the rafters, playing their fiddles and enjoying the grains they'd snatched from the golden goose's coop. The pantry mice were the happiest of all because they spent their days sleeping and their nights gorging on a plentiful supply of delicacies. They were the plumpest of mice, roll-poly critters who slumbered in the pantry during the day, then awoke after the kitchen had closed. A lazy waddle beneath the Castleteria tables would yield a cornucopia of delights- thronecake crumbs, hot cross bun bits, and pieces of pickled-plum tart.”
― Suzanne Selfors, Once Upon A Pet : A Collection of Little Pet Stories

“Other cats. Other mice. Other death-traps.”
― Florin-Marian Hera, BEFORE INC.WE935.I57.N211

“Those who live on crumbs are pigeons and mice.
I want full love!”
― Augusto Branco

“Pick on someone your own size, 'Cassian said to Amren, shoveling roast chicken into his mouth.

'I'd feel bad for the mice,' Azriel muttered.

Mor and Cassian howled...”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight

“But something seemed funny,
even strange and surreal.
When she called her friends mouses,
was that right? What's the deal?”
― Joseph L. Licari, Mia's Mouses: Mia and Her Mouse Friends Learn About Plural Nouns

“I have undone myself loving the shine on stones.
Must I forget the mice in the ferns? Yes.”
― Theodore Roethke, Straw for the Fire: From the Notebooks of Theodore Roethke